Listening
A Spiritual Poem
I sit alone on a Sunday morning
listening to the wind explore the tunnels
of my senile brain. God combs my hair
and removes the tangles from my whiskers.
Copyright © 2020 by Harley King
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Spirituality
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Listening
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